Lying there with your covers tight
your eyes are dark,
you distance from light.
Boy, this is not the ideal way
this story is supposed to play.
You separate from so-called "friends"
who take this on as the latest trend.
But once the fashion fades,
who's going to remember that it ever came?
In truth, you have no one but yourself.
Your boundaries are of fire & all I can do is stare.
This is some mirror image of another world;
a paradise without artificial light.
& I see you with a razor to your wrist.
You stand alone, labeled "freak," form a fist.
& I see you when the world goes cold to the touch.
& still you stand, bloodied, but both feet to the ground.
You're a paradise, beautiful.
& this pen is what keeps me alive.
I see you see me;
girl by herself,
girl who has been forgotten,
girl never survives.
Your razor, your hands,
your eyes, your kiss.
You're anything but some trendy bliss.
In a world that melts the thin layer of gold
that coats the waste within,
we'll shoot to Venus where we'll find what we're not told.